Living as a creature in a world of humans was dangerous.

You knew that if people actually knew what you were, they wouldn't trust you… no, not at all. Why would they? You were dangerous! You could hurt them, so it would be best to hurt you before you could hurt them, right?

That's what a lot of people would think.

You've always been able to change your form. You called yourself a changeling because, to be fair, that's the best way to explain it! You could change what you looked like in the blink of an eye, as long as you had enough energy.

You use that ability to take on the form of someone else, often to steal from places. Yes, you knew that stealing was wrong, but even so, you needed the money because you needed food! You were happily relaxing in your normal place, the place where you live, when suddenly the door got flung open. “On the ground!” A voice shouted.

It belonged to Chris Redfield. The man who was told to come and find you.